Towards Nature

It is a drama with tow actors: the one is me and a site that is nature...

Sketching with flowers. Painting with clouds. Writing with water. Tracing the May wind, the path of a falling leaf.

Working for a thunderstorm. Awaiting a glacier. Bending the wind. Directing water and light. The May-green call of the cuckoo and the invisible trace of its flight. Space.

The cry of an animal. The bitter taste of daphne. Burying the pond and the dragon-fly. Setting fire to the fog and the perfume of the yellow barberry.

Marrying sounds, colors and smells. The green grass. Counting a forest and a meadow
As a part of nature, the work lives and passes away in the rhythm of the seasons......


The sensations are omnipresent. Being a realist I just need to pick them up and release them from their anonymity

hmmm...a big problem was developed on y'day...really...well..leave it...i was asking excuses for that...but s.......
we both were just kidding to each other...and she...she said...
.....cont.
i'm feeling sleepy...so good night dear friends...

crazy thing about me...

my 1st day on here...

hiee friends...
hmmmm...i dont know what to wright here..coz to is my 1st on my blog...well..well...no need to make a stress on ur mind dear...lmme think...hmmm..i wanna say to all of u pray for me...
God bless u all nd me too...
keep smiling...